Dear sunglasses,
It's been awhile since I wrote you. It's been awhile since we really spoke at all. Sometime I think defeated the tumor like feeling. I think I have gotten up from your I unclosed hands reminding me I could leave. I think that the reminder did its job and I'm free. Then I pick up a pen. Tyler (21 pilots) picks up a pen and sees a harpoon, yet I pick up a pen and I'm damned seeing you. Then again I'm damned to a heaven of hells. I'm forced to write and write. I'm forced to explain feelings with words half assed and fake. I'm damned to tell you that maybe just maybe I'm stronger then I think. Maybe just maybe I got over you. Maybe just maybe I'll always love you but maybe that's all I should do. Love you like this with nothing complicated behind it. So my dear sunglasses until I love you again the way I once did. Until the next letter.
Sincerely, I got there.
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PoetryI've always been told that I'm good with words. The main problem is that I don't always know how to say the words I'm so good with. I find it hard to speak so i perfer to write them. Sometimes i write them in hopes it will reach the one it's to. Oth...
